Reading Minds

A book is a reflection of the author's life, style, 

It has the smell of his shirt. And a vague resemblance, with his next door neighbor.

And with a magazine, its editor accompanies.
Besides the front note, there's the cover, the articles.

Except the monetary part.

They THINK the reader will like it. The contents. Its the vogue.
And what does the reader want??

Almost an year

The best part, is the feeling, that
at the end of everything,
You make me smile everyday..
No matter what.

Sudden trips to old walks

When I was small,
And things were simpler, I used to sit with my uncle.
To discuss lunch for next day. We laughed carelessly.
I didn't have a room of my own then.

Now I do. And it being in the north, gets lesser light.
I too, love the dark. It gets me tranquility. Like our laughter back in those days.
There are different colorful lights too, at times.
In different times of the noon.

They come through the circles of my window grill.
I do not miss the chatter with my uncle.
But I do not anyone for that effortless discussion.

And just now, the light changed again. Exciting me.
Its cool in here.
Serene.

Wait

And since I always keep on saying,
About all that I can write.. And I have been trying on this piece...
I spent my entire morning trying to figure out Sound related stuff. And then I thought, why do we need to talk so much. Given, we live in an age of Social networking.

And just as I ended my lunch, I try to keep finding you. Yes, because, all I can ever think of
in free time, is you.Of course, there are moments when all I can do is to relive those walks.
Relive numerous dinners, laughter..
They all seem ages ago.

Just as you read this, you have flashes of memory too. And obviously they have a different face,
Than mine. Our perception does so.
To me, it all comes as the pages, which are finished.
Reminding me, that you are again going to be far.

This piece thus, makes me vent out. Its not just about missing you. Of course I will.
But that's not it. Its about how we see each other, when we are together.
And that, defines, how we will be...
When you are away, and I am here.

Faces that lie

And Sometimes, we face riddles, that aren't supposed to be.
Like I love him. Supposedly, he loved me too. And yet we weren't.

Now, I love him, and he loves me back too. And here we are.
There is a time difference, age. Thinking of course.
And love too.

I wonder where was he all this time!!

I wonder why couldn't he be there, that time!!

Something about lost roses

That faint light at the end of the tunnel, yes, it makes you drive till the end of it.
And just like today, I went there, to hopefully talk and settle.
But it wasn't yet time,
An I know it will never come again. Ever. I lost you again.

It was them, that day. Its you today.
I will quietly go back.
I will ask no more.

Darkest

I am too feeble for us. I am poor, and miserable.
Close to death, I don't find even traces of positivism around.

I do,
I do pray for death.